Mesuvulava: CH: 9: 7 Stages Of Grief
MESUVULAVA
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH 7 | Breathing Space
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim
CH: 9
7 STAGES OF GRIEF
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: The First 6
DIS: Own nothing.
7 STAGES OF GRIEF
1) shock, denial.
McCoy smashed every reflective surface in their dorm room. Kirk could only idly watch as his friend crashed. Sleeping upon a pile of her old cloths. A picture of her old self clenched physically in her hands. The frame breaking. The glass shattering. Green blood littering the edges.
Green blood not red.
Not human red.
This can’t be the end of Leonard McCoy.
McCoy rocked a little. Kirk approached. Hearing his friend’s small mantra. He keeps repeating his name. Birth date. Birthplace. Occupation. Then lastly. Sex.
“I am a male, not a female.” Kirk sat outside the closet. Watching his friend gently rock herself to sleep on the bundle of his former cloths.
2) Pain and guilt
Kirk had been called in to collect her. She had collapsed during a xenobiology class. Today’s lesson Vulcan. Sure they had been taking extra Vulcan course to understand. But this.
He had taken her home. Nobody knew what was going on. People had accepted some of this freak show, that Bones called it.
When he got them back to their room. He began to help his friend who had passed out. Opening his bag he found a stash of Hershey Kisses.
Vulcan’s get drunk on chocolate. Something he never wished he shared with his friend. But she would have learned it anyway.
And she did.
2 bags gone and 2 more there.
Trying to numb the pain. Hide from the world.
3) Anger, bargaining
McCoy stood in front of her former body. Frozen in time. Sustained till when they could place him back there.
“How could you do this me?” he was a doctor. A doctor who helped save lives. Who was going to save him? “Why me?” raising hand in anger. Wanting to smash something. But could not come to mind to hurt the encased form. His former form.
Running out McCoy went to the gym. A place he avoided like the plague.
But then she saw the weights. She needed d to get this rage out of her. Moving around testing the weights. Seeing how much a Vulcan can handle.
Finished McCoy realized how strong a Vulcan can be. Several admirers came by. Watching a female lift more than the built humans around her. He held his arms crossed over his chest. Puffing out his muscles. McCoy stopped and stared at him.
“So you’re the freak?” a freak, that is what she had become. Hauling back she wailed on the muscle. He stumbled back. Yet came back for more. They fought and fought. Rage built. Only finally being calmed when Jim wrapped his arms around her. Telling her it is over. Over and over again.
Jim the only one to calm the rage. To make some of this bearable.
Walking home. Jim holding her close.
“Why me?”
“Because your special.”
“Your special Jim. Not me. I am a simple southern doctor.” Sighing. Leaning into his warmth. “ I would give anything. Everything to be me again.”
“Anything?” Kirk looked down at her. She squeezed him tighter. Feeling his concern. His abandonment.
“Not you Jim. You are the only rock I have. Without you…” they both didn’t want to finish that thought.
4) Depression/ loneliness
Kirk had gone on a survival training mission. Leaving McCoy alone to drown in this. Whatever you would call this. Going to school. Going to rounds at the hospital. Then coming home to an empty room.
Days repeating for two weeks straight. Becoming a shell of an existence.
Christmas was coming.
How could she face her family?
His mother who had raised a son.
A male.
The dark infringed on the edge. Taking in all that had changed in the room.
New cloths.
Picture of his former self kept around for prosperity sake. Or just a reminder.
The door chimed. She was alone. Jim wouldn’t be back for another week.
Door opening. Revealing Jim’s replacement father figure.
“McCoy.” Not looking up. Not wanting to show the world how pathetic he is. She is.
Pike cautiously stepping into the room. He knew the strength of a Vulcan.
“Computer lights 70%.” He ordered them on. Lights illuminating the room. He saw McCoy sitting between the beds. Kirk’s jacket over her shoulder. Tilting his head he moved in. Kneeling in front of her. Her gaze catching his. He smiled. Pike recognized what was going on. McCoy herself had even diagnosis it. She knows what is happening. The stages. Everyone learned them.
Pike moved to sit beside her. He is a captain. Already working on his ships staff. Kirk and McCoy at the top of his list. You can’t have one without the other. And they are good kids. Wrapping an arm around her. Pulling her close. Knowing he should of talked Admiral Berman out of denying Kirk’s request to reject this survival course. McCoy needed him. Hell Kirk needed McCoy.
“Captain?” Pike looked down at his charge.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” Pike hugged her tighter. Having been to their dorm on social engagements. Even having them over for dinner. They had become his kids on campus. Every commander picking their favorites. No denying it.
“Your welcome. He’ll be back soon.” She nodded. Pike feeling the warm body relax next to him. Pulling a blanket off Kirk’s bed. Then snagging a pillow. Placing the pillow behind his head. Stretching out his legs. Covering them both up. Pike began to relax. Holding his charge safe. Closing his eyes. “Good night Len.”
5) Upward turn
McCoy ran along side Kirk through the quad. Keeping pace. Talking about his latest course. Babbling about the Kobyashi Maru. Wanting her there. Agreeing reluctantly. Then Kirk going on about one of the cadets. Wondering if he could get a double date for them.
The sun shinned on them as they ran. Then McCoy smirked at Kirk. Kirk smiled back. Picking up her pace. She ran faster. Moving out of his league. Kirk looked stunned. Trying to keep up. But he couldn’t.
“Okay you win.” She ran back toward him stopping.
“You better believe it.”
6) Working through
McCoy worked hard at her studies. Becoming aware of what is available to her now. A whole new world. And Jim by her side. Having done something special for his birthday. Now back to the grind. Passing course with a gigantic leap in Vulcan mind processing. Using her telepathic hand to help heal.
Still muddling on the love part. Not sure what to catagorize herself. Loving both sexes. Planning for graduation.
Making amends.
Talking to his family back home.
Moving on.
Just like back on the shuttle.
Keep moving forward.
CH 10 | Step Seven
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH 7 | Breathing Space
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim
CH: 9
7 STAGES OF GRIEF
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: The First 6
DIS: Own nothing.
7 STAGES OF GRIEF
1) shock, denial.
McCoy smashed every reflective surface in their dorm room. Kirk could only idly watch as his friend crashed. Sleeping upon a pile of her old cloths. A picture of her old self clenched physically in her hands. The frame breaking. The glass shattering. Green blood littering the edges.
Green blood not red.
Not human red.
This can’t be the end of Leonard McCoy.
McCoy rocked a little. Kirk approached. Hearing his friend’s small mantra. He keeps repeating his name. Birth date. Birthplace. Occupation. Then lastly. Sex.
“I am a male, not a female.” Kirk sat outside the closet. Watching his friend gently rock herself to sleep on the bundle of his former cloths.
2) Pain and guilt
Kirk had been called in to collect her. She had collapsed during a xenobiology class. Today’s lesson Vulcan. Sure they had been taking extra Vulcan course to understand. But this.
He had taken her home. Nobody knew what was going on. People had accepted some of this freak show, that Bones called it.
When he got them back to their room. He began to help his friend who had passed out. Opening his bag he found a stash of Hershey Kisses.
Vulcan’s get drunk on chocolate. Something he never wished he shared with his friend. But she would have learned it anyway.
And she did.
2 bags gone and 2 more there.
Trying to numb the pain. Hide from the world.
3) Anger, bargaining
McCoy stood in front of her former body. Frozen in time. Sustained till when they could place him back there.
“How could you do this me?” he was a doctor. A doctor who helped save lives. Who was going to save him? “Why me?” raising hand in anger. Wanting to smash something. But could not come to mind to hurt the encased form. His former form.
Running out McCoy went to the gym. A place he avoided like the plague.
But then she saw the weights. She needed d to get this rage out of her. Moving around testing the weights. Seeing how much a Vulcan can handle.
Finished McCoy realized how strong a Vulcan can be. Several admirers came by. Watching a female lift more than the built humans around her. He held his arms crossed over his chest. Puffing out his muscles. McCoy stopped and stared at him.
“So you’re the freak?” a freak, that is what she had become. Hauling back she wailed on the muscle. He stumbled back. Yet came back for more. They fought and fought. Rage built. Only finally being calmed when Jim wrapped his arms around her. Telling her it is over. Over and over again.
Jim the only one to calm the rage. To make some of this bearable.
Walking home. Jim holding her close.
“Why me?”
“Because your special.”
“Your special Jim. Not me. I am a simple southern doctor.” Sighing. Leaning into his warmth. “ I would give anything. Everything to be me again.”
“Anything?” Kirk looked down at her. She squeezed him tighter. Feeling his concern. His abandonment.
“Not you Jim. You are the only rock I have. Without you…” they both didn’t want to finish that thought.
4) Depression/ loneliness
Kirk had gone on a survival training mission. Leaving McCoy alone to drown in this. Whatever you would call this. Going to school. Going to rounds at the hospital. Then coming home to an empty room.
Days repeating for two weeks straight. Becoming a shell of an existence.
Christmas was coming.
How could she face her family?
His mother who had raised a son.
A male.
The dark infringed on the edge. Taking in all that had changed in the room.
New cloths.
Picture of his former self kept around for prosperity sake. Or just a reminder.
The door chimed. She was alone. Jim wouldn’t be back for another week.
Door opening. Revealing Jim’s replacement father figure.
“McCoy.” Not looking up. Not wanting to show the world how pathetic he is. She is.
Pike cautiously stepping into the room. He knew the strength of a Vulcan.
“Computer lights 70%.” He ordered them on. Lights illuminating the room. He saw McCoy sitting between the beds. Kirk’s jacket over her shoulder. Tilting his head he moved in. Kneeling in front of her. Her gaze catching his. He smiled. Pike recognized what was going on. McCoy herself had even diagnosis it. She knows what is happening. The stages. Everyone learned them.
Pike moved to sit beside her. He is a captain. Already working on his ships staff. Kirk and McCoy at the top of his list. You can’t have one without the other. And they are good kids. Wrapping an arm around her. Pulling her close. Knowing he should of talked Admiral Berman out of denying Kirk’s request to reject this survival course. McCoy needed him. Hell Kirk needed McCoy.
“Captain?” Pike looked down at his charge.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” Pike hugged her tighter. Having been to their dorm on social engagements. Even having them over for dinner. They had become his kids on campus. Every commander picking their favorites. No denying it.
“Your welcome. He’ll be back soon.” She nodded. Pike feeling the warm body relax next to him. Pulling a blanket off Kirk’s bed. Then snagging a pillow. Placing the pillow behind his head. Stretching out his legs. Covering them both up. Pike began to relax. Holding his charge safe. Closing his eyes. “Good night Len.”
5) Upward turn
McCoy ran along side Kirk through the quad. Keeping pace. Talking about his latest course. Babbling about the Kobyashi Maru. Wanting her there. Agreeing reluctantly. Then Kirk going on about one of the cadets. Wondering if he could get a double date for them.
The sun shinned on them as they ran. Then McCoy smirked at Kirk. Kirk smiled back. Picking up her pace. She ran faster. Moving out of his league. Kirk looked stunned. Trying to keep up. But he couldn’t.
“Okay you win.” She ran back toward him stopping.
“You better believe it.”
6) Working through
McCoy worked hard at her studies. Becoming aware of what is available to her now. A whole new world. And Jim by her side. Having done something special for his birthday. Now back to the grind. Passing course with a gigantic leap in Vulcan mind processing. Using her telepathic hand to help heal.
Still muddling on the love part. Not sure what to catagorize herself. Loving both sexes. Planning for graduation.
Making amends.
Talking to his family back home.
Moving on.
Just like back on the shuttle.
Keep moving forward.
CH 10 | Step Seven